For World Oceans Day I wrote a little love letter to my first love, the ocean and a reminder to why we need to preserve our oceans.

I met my first love in the Netherlands. I was so young I don’t even remember when or how or if it was love at first sight. But then again, none of this matters.
We spent sunny days, lazy afternoons and when the weather wasn’t our friend, it didn’t matter either.

I was in love on gray days and during stormy nights and my love seemed unconditional. I felt better as soon as I was close, a calming presence mixed with a tingle of excitement.

Today, so many years later I am glad that I got it right at least once with that thing called love.

A little recap of what is happening on Koh Tao right now, where to find the perfect romantic getaway close by and what divemaster training all entails.
 I used to write monthly recaps. And then I stopped. Maybe because I thought nobody was interested or maybe because life happened and sometimes not much to write home about at all happened. I don’t even know.
But I am craving a dear diary moment so with that I will start again. What time frame? Meh, I don’t know. Let’s try that monthly thing again, it seems fitting considering that a new one is starting today.

Are you into scuba diving? I am on my way to becoming a PADI divemaster & share some random facts why I love the underwater world and sharks.

I am doing a dive master.

Well, I was informed that technically this is a wrong way of putting it unless you are are in fact, sleeping with someone who is a dive master which I am not. Semantics aside though, I am doing the training to becoming a dive master. I am back in Thailand on Koh Tao, at New Heaven, where back in 2015 my love affair with scuba diving started in 2015 my love affair with scuba diving started.

When has the motto sex sells become part of a travel blogger's credo? Since when has it become more about the perkiness of your bum than your adventures?!

Today I want to gossip a bit, if I may. Just a little rant with a question to it, which I hope you, dear reader, can answer.

So here is goes…. On my recent India trip and in general I have noticed an increase of travel bloggers pretending to be fashion models and a whole lot of nakedness. What is up with that?

My first time in India was so different than I excepted and everything I could have hoped for. A story of beautiful chaos, big smiles & blue dogs.

India. I have dreamed of India for a long time. Actually, since I was a little girl watching movies of princesses and tigers. I would wrap tinkling anklets around my feet, paint a bindi on my forehead and put on silky harem pants to replay the scenes. My favorite piece from my dress up box was a red see-through scarf with dangling gold leaves, perfect for hiding my face just enough to pretend I was such a princess myself.
In my teenage year novels about the alleged romance of colonialism followed, making me long less for the romance but for the foreignness of this land. India.

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